My Brooklyn

My Brooklyn began in 1941 at Winthrop St. & Nostrand Ave. 1943 moved to 1193 Rogers Ave. & Ave. D. Attended P.S. 89 and Erasmus Hall H.S. Remembering the blizzard of '47 when my Mom forbid me to go outdoors for fear I would be buried in the mounds of snow. How envious I was while I watched from my second floor window, the "big" kids having a ball in the snow. How about the Rogers Ave. trolley guys? So many times I pleaded with my Mom to take me along when she wanted to see a movie at the Farragut movie on Flatbush & Farragut Rd. The Farragut Woods where roasted "mickeys" (potatoes) were comparable to a gourmet meal. Going begging on Thanksgiving morning. Brooklyn Day and the parades. Afterwards St. Stephan's Lutheran Church would give out free ice cream. However, the nuns from St. Jerome's RC Church warned us that if we were to step inside St. Stephan's we would spend eternity in Purgatory. Saturday mornings were set aside for running errands for neighbors (25 cents an errand most times). Sundays the gang went to the Farragut Pool where it cost 75 cents for the entire day. I remember walking my little sisters to the 40th St. Park at Foster Ave. & 40th St. Enough already. Get back to me if any of the aforementioned memories ring your bells.

Being a kid in Brooklyn meant playing in the street, dodging
traffic, open johnny pumps spouting us to relieve muggy summer days, sledding,
skating and snow ball fights in winter. Mom & pop groceries. Going downtown
to see a "First Run" at Fabian Fox or Paramount, waiting many long
months until it hit the local movie house. Saving your allowance to go to
Steeplechase or Coney with pals. Ebbets Field for you know what we kids all
have to remember! Nathan's hot dogs, Charlotte Russe, and 2 cents plain. The
world's best boat ride, the Staten Island ferry.

I lived on East 21st StreetChurch & Albemarle. I have fond memories of going to Prospect Park; the Kenmore, Kings, Albemarle Theatres; Henry's for ice creme sodas with my mother. Well I'm still in BrooklynKings Hway areaand doubt if I will ever leave. Would like to hear from any old friends, especially Martin and Lawrence Herman.